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tomorrow.
My eyes turned to Charo, who had guilty written all over her face. She
busied herself with something on the counter.
Aaron moved underneath me, his legs flexing and his hand holding my
waist securely, just as if—
Whoa.
He stood up. “We haven’t met before,” he told my aunt. Then, he stepped
forward. Somehow keeping my body in his delicate but skilled hold. “I don’t
want you running for the closest exit,” he whispered in my ear.
What the—
“Soy Aaron. Encantado,” he said louder for my aunt. While keeping me
tucked to him.
So, he was going to carry me around in his arms until I talked to him.
About last night. About our almost kiss. My head swiveled back, eyes
narrowed.
“No, no, no,” Tía Carmen called, stopping Aaron’s advances in her
direction. “You can sit back down, cariño. No need of formalities. We are all
family.”
Aaron obeyed, placing us both back on the stool immediately.
Charo, who had been hovering around the kitchen during the exchange
with my aunt, placed a tray on the breakfast bar. It contained fruit, cereals,
nuts, a plate with all different kinds of cheese and embutido, and a few slices
of bread too.
My eyes widened as I wondered how and when had that arrived to the
apartment.
“I got a few groceries yesterday,” my cousin explained.
Cocking a brow, I zeroed in on her. That meant planning.
“Have you tried some jamón, Aaron?” she asked, ignoring my glance.
“I have. It’s delicious but—”
Tía Carmen leaned on the table. “Do you like chorizo too? This one is
really good.”
“Here,” my cousin said, not waiting for his answer and serving him a few
slices of both Spanish delicatessens on a small plate. She placed it in front of
us. “Try it. I always buy the best kind.”
My fake boyfriend thanked her, probably staring at the plate and
wondering if they actually listened when people talked. Taking pity on him, I
patted his forearm, which was still around my waist.